"Comrade Chief Editor, my name is Jiang Daqing, and I am the director of Jiangning Toy Factory in Su City."
Comrade Jiang Daqing, who was older, grabbed Jiang Hai's arms and refused to let go: "He is Accountant Chen from our factory."
"Oh," Jiang Hai helped Comrade Jiang Daqing up with force: "Let's sit down and talk first!"
After seeing the two comrades sitting down, Jiang Hai wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Comrade Chief Editor~"
Jiang Daqing's crying voice sounded like Jiang Hai and Cai Wensheng were about to sing at the top of their lungs in the next second.
"I've been to your newspaper office several times before, but the comrade at the concierge never let us in."
Accountant Chen also said: "Fortunately I just met that lesbian..."
"The unit has regulations," Editor-in-Chief Cai explained: "Unspecified letters of introduction cannot be included."
"Yes, yes," said Jiang Daqing, who looked honest and courteous. "The main thing is that we really don't know where to get a special letter of introduction."
Looking at the mud splattered on the two comrades' trouser legs, Jiang Hai asked with gentle eyes: "Our newspaper is a news unit and has limited capabilities, but we will definitely help anyone who can help."
At this moment, Cai Wensheng had already poured two glasses of boiled water for the two sad-looking comrades.
"Comrade Editor-in-Chief," after taking a sip of hot water, Director Jiang's expression brightened: "I heard that your Pujiang Daily can help the factory promote its products...what is it called?"
Jiang Daqing memorized the whole journey, but he never thought that he would forget about the place.
"Advertisement!" Accountant Chen also took note of it.
Jiang Hai understood as soon as he heard it. It turned out that it was another manufacturer that came to his door.
Previously, in order to find advertising partners, he and Cai Wensheng visited all the large and small enterprises in Pujiang City as if they were clearing mines.
Although, at that time, I only signed an advertising contract for "Chun Lei" shampoo.
But in the next month, four or five factories came to us one after another, hoping to place advertisements.
Even Cai Wensheng persuaded him to go back because it was not the right time, but he wrote down the manufacturer's contact information.
According to Jiangshan, these are potential advertising partners in the future.
At this moment, facing two potential users with expectant eyes, Jiang Hai suddenly realized a problem. The number of loss-making units should be far greater than what he had previously known.
…
On Sunday afternoon, after three o'clock, there was only a round color palette left on the TV.
【November 5
Starting today, the Jiang family can finally live a life where they can watch TV. The 12-inch TV is still very hard on the eyes. I am about to start painting "Seven Captures of Meng Huo", and I suddenly want to eat sweet and sour pork.】
After closing the diary, Jiang Shan immediately opened the page-by-page copy of "Seven Captures of Meng Huo".
On the lower bunk of the double bed, Jiang He was carefully copying the last page of "The Battle of Red Cliff".
Tomorrow is the day when Jiang Shan submits his manuscript. For this 70-picture volume of "Red Cliff War" villain calligraphy and painting manuscript, Jiang Shan can get a royalties of 6 yuan per picture.
Jiang He thought silently in his mind, 420 yuan!
"Can it really rise to 15 yuan a picture in two years?" When Jiang He thought about the comics royalties in two years, it sounded more beautiful than a dream: "At your rate of one book per month, wouldn't 70 pictures be...
?”
"1,050 yuan," Jiang Shan kept writing: "In two years, I will definitely pay more than this price. It will be my turn to pay for the printing fee!"
Jiang He looked at Lao Sanmei and said, "Isn't this enough? If I can get this number, I will be very happy."
Jiang Shan smiled: "How do you think those students from the Academy of Fine Arts can earn a household of 10,000 yuan a year with good food and drink? Brother, just practice hard and we will see in the future!"
"Don't worry, I'm more anxious than you." Jiang He, who was rarely excited for a while, calmed down his heartbeat after a long time: "Lao San, you will get so much royalties tomorrow, what do you want to buy?"
"Go to a state-owned restaurant to eat sweet and sour pork." Jiang Shan blurted out without even thinking about it.
Jiang He was obviously more talkative today: "What else do you want to buy?"
Jiang Shan shook his head: "No more."
Jiang He had an idea for him: "Buy a bicycle!"
Jiang Shan's pen paused, and two seconds later he said: "Okay, it's time to buy a bicycle."
Currently, the Jiang family has a total of two 28-inch trucks, one for Father Jiang and one for Jiang Hai.
After that, the two brothers each drew the sketches in their hands until Jiang Hai placed the two dolls on Jiang Shan's desk.
Seeing Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie suddenly arriving, Jiang Shan picked them up and pinched them twice.
Jiji~
"Hey," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "It looks pretty good. Can you buy it for Xiaobai?"
Jiang Hai, who was pouring water in the outer room, came in again: "It's indeed for Xiaobai, but I can't buy it."
"Where did it come from?" Jiang Shan asked smoothly and continued to immerse himself in painting.
Jiang Hai stood beside him and thought for a moment: "A toy factory came to ask for advertisements."
Jiang Shan's writing did not stop. He had heard the boss mention it several times before.
"It's said that it's the Yanjing Tongle Toy Factory and ordered 40,000 pieces of goods from them," Jiang Hai touched the new curtains in the third child's room and said:
"As a result, I sent it a few days ago and it was rejected."
Jiangshan: "Defective product?"
Jiang Hai: "No, it is said that the toy factory in Yanjing has also stopped working."
"Um?"
Hearing this, Jiang Shan finally put down his pen: "When you said that, I remembered something."
This is another enterprise that has gone from being a national and ministerial excellence to declining step by step.
There is a children's toy factory in Yanjing. Since the 1960s, it has specialized in the production of plastic dolls, including blow molding and slush molding.
The products were sold well all over the country, but our own factory worked overtime and couldn't catch up with the shipment, so we started subcontracting to second-level toy factories.
However, by 1978, these toys suddenly began to be unsaleable.
The commercial department, which has been responsible for distribution, had to force distribution and auction of hundreds of thousands of toys of 180 varieties in the warehouse.
Even so, the "Yanjing Children's Toy Factory" has not learned its lesson and is still producing outdated toys.
In 1979, when the commercial department ruthlessly announced that it would no longer recycle and distribute toys, the toy factory was forced to cease production and disbanded that year.
If you are poor, you will want to change. It seems that the leader of Yanjing Children's Toys is not poor enough.
Before and after the reform, there were so many factories like this that the state couldn't even fish them out.
Besides, the harder the top tries to fish, the more confident and fearless the bottom becomes.
Jiang Shan shook his head: "Which toy factory did you find the newspaper office from?"
Jiang Hai threw away the curtain: "A rural enterprise in Su City has a total of 40,000 pieces."
When Jiang Shan heard what Jiang Hai was talking about, he put down his pen and asked, "Boss, what's wrong with you today? You're not usually a talker."
"I sympathize with the big brother worker," Jiang Hai said truthfully: "This toy factory in Yanjing, you can take it if you want it, and you can take it if you don't want it."
Jiang Shan nodded, the contract law will probably gradually improve starting next year.
After all, there is still an opportunity for some people to make a fortune.
Jiang Hai continued angrily: "The backlog of large factories has been dealt with by the commercial department, but what about the small factories downstream? Seeing that they are about to die, the factory director was so anxious that he knelt down in front of me."
Jiang Shan: "Looks like he's in a hurry."
"I really want to agree to their request to advertise," Jiang Hai said with a responsible expression on his face:
"Third brother, I didn't realize until today that 'advertising' can not only save our newspaper, but also save other factories."
The boss’s awareness of advertising is becoming more and more mature.
Jiang Shan smiled and said: "So, the voice of the masses still works!"
Jiang Hai deeply agreed, but said: "No matter what, I can't do anything except sit there and listen all afternoon.
The factory director Jiang didn't give up before he left, saying that the workers in their first factory, who had not been paid last month, were celebrating the New Year with this car of toys."
In 1978, the annual income of many rural enterprises in Zhejiang Province was very impressive.
Compared with them, the private factories in Jiangsu Province lag far behind.
Jiang Shan said suspiciously: "They came to Pujiang just to find a newspaper to advertise. This information must be too well-informed."
"No," Jiang Hai replied: "After being rejected by Yanjing, they dragged a large truck of goods directly to Pujiang Toy Factory."
Jiang Shan: "How could Pujiang Toy Factory want this?"
In recent years, Pujiang Toy Factory has adapted to the market and made the right decisions.
The sales of tin frogs, tin trains, and other tin box toys produced should not be very good.
How can you pick up other people's messes?
I don’t know who gave the advice to Jiangning Toy Factory, so I found it on the door of Pujiang Daily.
"As a result," Jiang Hai sighed: "I am the editor-in-chief of a newspaper, but I don't even dare to print a few lines for the people."
At this moment, Jiang Shan leaned back on his chair: "It's not like you can't print."
"Huh?" Jiang Hai immediately said seriously: "Lao San, the notice from the Publicity Department is that after the 23rd, this lever must not be touched."
Jiang Shan picked up two plastic dolls on the table and squeezed them.
"If you really want to help them," Jiang Shan's lips suddenly curled up: "I have a way."
At this time, Jiang He spoke: "You don't want to help them draw promotional display boards and sell toys, do you?"
"These dolls are definitely not good," Jiang Shan shook his head: "They are not Mayumi."
Jiang Hai: "But they are from Journey to the West. You don't need to watch the movie to recognize them all."
"It's useless to know each other," Jiangshan Science said: "After all, Sun Wukong is not a star and cannot be an endorsement."
After a while, Jiang Shan took a closer look at the Monkey King in his hand: "But, this Monkey King... I seem to have seen it somewhere."
Seeing Jiang Shan say this, the boss and the second brother also joined in.
The Sun Wukong in the third child's hands is wearing a goose-yellow coat, bright red trousers, a tiger skin miniskirt tied around his waist, and a pair of black boots.
The key is that this monkey face doesn't have a hair on it, but it looks like a Peking Opera face.
Jiang Shan already knew: "Did you two see it?"
The two of you have already seen it: "No matter how you look at it, he is Sun Wukong!"
Jiang Shan shook his head: "This Sun Wukong is different. He was once a star."
There is an animation work from China that once dazzled the world.
Its birth has become an inspiration for countless rising stars.
Its status in the industry back then is still a mountain that is difficult to surpass.
